Not a nightclub person.
So you might have noticed that this story is set in a place called the Mad Cow Tavern. To get reference for this setting Hobart and I went out for a night on the town. And what a wild night it was! Just frickin’ debauched. Do not tell his mother or sister about it, believe me, you wouldn’t believe the shit he got up to, let alone the shit I got up to.
Yeah… we went, took some photos and I did some sketches and we left. I’m not really a pub or club type of person.
There’s a lot of reasons one could give for that — the press of the people, the loudness of the music, the strobing lights, all those environmental things… but honestly I don’t really mind those things. It can get to be too much in some clubs or pubs — but the Mad Cow (which is basically a bar, “tavern” is just a fancy word for a bar) isn’t really the kind of place that gets too loud or visually asaulting.
The reality is that there’s two things that put me off. The first is the social culture of night clubs and bars. I don’t understand it, I’m not part of it. When I go to these places I feel like an outsider. But… if I’m honest I’d have to admit that this isn’t really a strong reason by itself. After all there’s been plenty of places and social situations over the years where I’ve felt like an outsider. What happens, every single time (and I’m sure this is true for most people) is that after a while I learn the social rules and I adapt to the new situation, then I find my place in that social situation. I could do the same thing in a bar or club culture, if I was so inclined.
But then there’s the second problem — alcohol. I don’t drink — I mean I drink water, sure, but I don’t drink anything that will get me drunk. This makes bars and clubs entirely unengaging for me. Why would I want to meet someone at a club, buy them drinks and watch them become less and less interesting as the night wears on? I didn’t like watching people get less and less interesting when I was at parties with my dad growing up and I still don’t enjoy it. Yeah… the alcohol thing is really an insurmountable barrier.
Oh well, if I want something loud, with flashing lights and way too many people I can always just go to the movies. The drinks cost less at the movies, too.
Not much less, admittedly.